Free Twisted Scars (Comanche Sons Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Sophia Hampton Page B

apartment. The building was silent, eerily so. It felt as if they were the only two people in there. “I know exactly what you have in mind.”
     
    “And you love the idea of it.”
     
    She laughed as he cornered her against the door. Bending his head, he kissed her mouth. Her lips were hot and soft. His hands settled on her waist, and he relished the curves that he’d gotten accustomed to seeing. She was one hell of a woman, and he was lucky to have her in his life. Her breath was hot against his mouth as she pressed closer. Her nipples strained against the dress, and he longed to take it off and make wild love to her. The more he had her, the more he wanted her. The desire for her was a thirst that ran through every nerve in his body. He just couldn’t have enough of her.
     
    Finally, he drew away. “This was a preview of our weekend away from work.”
     
    “It seems like an intriguing idea.” She put her hands on his chest, as her gaze met his. Once, she’d stared at him with eyes that were full of suspicion, but now he could see the trust that bloomed there. He liked that. It was nice to know that she felt at ease with him. “I’ll have to talk to Johnny and have him wriggle my schedule around.”
     
    “He works you like a dog.”
     
    “And pays me well for it.”
     
    “Money isn’t everything.”
     
    “Wise words,” she said. “I’m afraid they would have suited you more if you were millionaire, but peasants like us have to work hard for each penny.”
     
    “True, but we can’t be slave to this grind also. Come on, it will be fun. Think about it. You and me, and the lovely, warm sand, crashing waves on the shore, and cool, and fresh breezes. We will just lay on the sand all day and drink beers.”
     
    “I really doubt it.”
     
    He frowned. “What do you mean?”
     
    “Are you saying that you wouldn’t make love to me twice a day?”
     
    “Twice a day? That sounds a bit less.” He kissed her once more, as she smiled. The more he thought about it, the more tempted he was with the idea. It would be nice to go away for a while and just be with her and not think about anything else.
     
    “If I agree to this, you’ve got to promise that you will make wild and passionate love to me three times in a day, and I want a massage also.”
     
    “Ok.”
     
    She giggled at his quick acquiesce. “I’ll talk to Johnny. He’s going to grumble.”
     
    “That’s because you are his best waitress, and he hates it when you’re not there.”
     
    “And who told you that?” She sounded pleased to hear it. “He has never said anything like that to me.”
     
    “Of course, he won’t say anything to you.” He stepped back so that she could rummage inside her purse to find the keys to the door. “But I know Johnny. He doesn’t suffer fools. Mind you, he is already looking for someone who can take the main work off his hands, and if you are interested, I could talk to him. He will snap you up.”
     
    “I don’t think so.”
     
    “It’s an excellent opportunity. You will get paid twice as much as now, and you won’t have to wait on tables.”
     
    “I like my job,” she said in a voice that brooked no argument.
     
    Why the hell wouldn’t she want to move up the hierarchy? She was capable and smart, and he was quite sure that if she as much as hinted, Johnny would leap at the chance to take her as his manager. He was having trouble with the other business that he managed, and he would welcome a chance to hand over the reins to someone he trusted. Could the reason for her refusal be that she still wasn’t interested in staying in Boston?
     
    No. How could she move away and leave him alone?
     
    She wouldn’t do that, not now when they had such a good thing going. After all these weeks together, she still hadn’t told him anything about her past or her family. He didn’t like to push, but he was quickly running out of options. 
     
    As they entered the house, he groped for the